(Freya's POV)Caroline held out the elegantly wrapped lunchbox again, her smile unwavering. The yellow ribbon caught the light, almost as bright as her determined expression."You really should eat," she said, her tone laced with concern that felt too calculated to be genuine. "These are specially prepared. Balanced meals, good for your... condition."Her eyes flicked briefly but pointedly toward my stomach. Bella, my wolf, growled softly within me, unsettled by her behavior. I tensed, inhaling sharply through my nose."I've already eaten," I replied, keeping my tone flat but firm. "And, as I said earlier, unnecessary gestures won’t change things, Caroline."For a split second, the corners of her mouth tugged downward. The crack was barely noticeable before her mask of politeness returned, but I saw it."Freya," she began, softening her voice even more, as though I were being unreasonable. "Aaron would be upset if you weren’t taking care of yourself. I know how busy you’ve been,
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